Hec: Well, no problem. We can get our relax on right here, right now. Have we got any Martian Mud?
Beatrice: I see where this is going. You're thinking of giving me a full body rub down, aren't you?
Hec: Yeah, we got the Martian Mud here alright. Hold still, now. (He starts rubbing Beatrice with the Martian Mud) There you go! Now, isn't that creamy?
Beatrice: Yes! That is really creamy. What else can we do?
Hec: We're both still a little bit stressed. How about some warm up stretches? (they do a Hanley Hula) Now, that's nice, isn't it? Don't you feel loose?
Beatrice: Not just loose - limber! Just look at that swing! Now, a Gunny Granny knows what she's talking about. Remember my creed, "A Gunny Granny's gotta do what a Gunny Granny's gotta do!"
Hec: This is a relaxectomy. The world's only stress surgery. Pretty sweet, huh?`